Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Nooo, Mattie… I wanted to do this all the way in high school when we had those sleepovers, and I’d dream about us doing it in your attic, while your parents were asleep. On the floor, because your damn bed always creaked too much,” he says, thrusting into me as if he was high on this moment.
I moan when the vision he describes passes through my mind in Full HD. His grip on my hips tightens, and I squeeze my ass on his stiff dick. So. Fucking. Good.
“Oh fuck… we should do that when we visit. Face down. Biting my hand. You on top of me.” I’m dizzy from the heat of the fire and the blood flowing pulsing in my engorged dick. I’m dripping pre-cum as he goes to town on my ass.
I’m a bottom. I’m such a total bottom.
“Oh, damn… Mattie… you’re so fucking perfect,” Cass croaks as his thrusts become faster and less organized. And then he’s coming. I can feel his dick pulse inside, and my insides grow hotter as I realize he is pumping me full of cum. I can barely breathe with excitement.
I grab his hand and pull it to my dick. “Make me come,” I beg, pressing my ass against him to absorb all his juices. His cock is still rock-hard, throbbing and I imagine the orgasm painted all over his face, because I have no energy to look over my shoulder.
I moan when I feel his lips against my nape, but it’s when he touches my cock that every muscle in my body twitches. I’m shaking as he sucks on my earlobe and speaks.
“I love you. I loved you back in high school, and I won’t ever stop. I just want you with me wherever I go.”
I don’t want him to see it, but two massive tears roll down my cheeks. From the overwhelming love I feel for him, and from the release of coming in his hand.
His cock is only starting to soften, but I tremble, moan, and shoot more spunk than I was aware my balls could contain. He’s got all the power over me, and yet I know he’d never misuse it. I’m open to him, body and soul.
I want him to use me in the nastiest ways, and then cuddle me by the fire.
He keeps kissing my shoulders and neck, even though it slows once his dick slides out of me. We’re both so fatigued that eventually, we just collapse on our sides.
“Wow,” Cassian says, lazily rubbing my own cum into my stomach.
Another cold shower can wait until tomorrow.
I’m so overwhelmed and so happy as I cuddle up to him, but then something catches my eye under the bed. Big green eyes stare back at me.
“Oh, no…”
“What?” Cass asks, seeming alarmed yet too tired to move.
“The cat’s been watching.”
He snorts. “Maybe he’s a voyeur?”
I cover my face with my hands. “No! Don’t say that! That’s terrible.”
“No, it’s not. Cats do it out in the open all the time. He won’t judge us,” Cassian says into my ear before giving it a soft kiss.
I can’t help but laugh. When I peek from behind my fingers, the animal is tentatively approaching us. He doesn’t come in for a cuddle but must want to be by the fire because he rests where the blankets fold by our feet.
“Can we stay down here?” I ask. “I don’t have bones anymore.”
“Neither do I. And my most important bone won’t harden again today,” Cass mumbles and pulls on my shoulder to make me face him. He’s all smiles, even if exhausted.
“Bone-er.” I snort like I’m fourteen again.
Cass takes a deep breath. “Yep, that was the joke.”
“Bone-er.” I laugh even harder, regardless of whether it’s funny or not. He can’t help himself either, even if my pun is lame.
Chapter 24
Hot coffee tastes amazing when drank outside, in all this fresh air.
It’s cold, so I sit wrapped in two blankets, on a chair I dragged onto the porch from inside the house, but now that the storm passed, I can take in the natural beauty around us. The lake stretching just about two hundred yards away from our door is the biggest surprise of all, since I hadn’t noticed it during the storm. Now I’m wondering if skinny-dipping would be really such a terrible idea. Cold or not, it could be fun.
As I stretched my legs earlier, it became clear that there was a dirt road leading here, which Cassian must have somehow missed, but neither of us mentioned it, since there’s no point in beating a dead horse. In this changed weather, we can easily hike back to where we left the Jeep anyway.
And Cass has been extremely attentive since morning, which I’m interpreting as bottom privileges. You won’t hear me complaining. I didn’t feel it yesterday, but I am a bit sore.